"But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun
to feel quite sure that you are fond of him."

"Fond of him, Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?"
said Dorothea, passionately.

"Dear me, Dorothea, I suppose it would be right for you to be fond
of a man whom you accepted for a husband."

"It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond
of him. Besides, it is not the right word for the feeling I must
have towards the man I would accept as a husband."

"Well, I am sorry for Sir James. I thought it right to tell you,
because you went on as you always do, never looking just where you are,
and treading in the wrong place. You always see what nobody else sees;
it is impossible to satisfy you; yet you never see what is quite plain.
That's your way, Dodo." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage;
and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe.
Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us
beings of wider speculation?

"It is very painful," said Dorothea, feeling scourged. "I can have
no more to do with the cottages. I must be uncivil to him. I must
tell him I will have nothing to do with them. It is very painful."
Her eyes filled again with tears.

"Wait a little. Think about it. You know he is going away for a day
or two to see his sister. There will be nobody besides Lovegood."